THE FARM-HOUSE. 
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tribe is very shy, and only seen in the forest. The one we ob- 
served this evening Avas flitting about in a young grove upon the 
borders of a brook ; his red and bhick plumage, and flirting tail, 
showing here and there among the foliage. 
Tuesday, Sd. — * * ^fe * We had, for several weeks, 
been planning a visit to Farmer B 's ; our good friend, his 
step-mother, having given us a very warm iuAitation to spend the 
day with her. Accordingly, we set off" in the morning, after 
breakfast, and drove to the little village of B Green, where 
we arrived about noon. Here the coachman stopped to water 
his horses, and make some inquiries about the road. 
"Do you know where B 's folks live ?" he asked of a man 
in the yard. 
" Yes, sir ; B 's folks live three miles from here." 
" Which road must I take ?" 
"Straight ahead. Turn to the left when you come to the 
brick school-house ; then take the right when you get to the gun- 
smith's shop, and any of the neighbors about will tell you which 
is B 's house." 
The directions proved correct. We soon reached the school- 
house ; then came to the gunsmith's shop, and a few more turn- 
ings brought us in sight of the low, gray farm-house, the object 
of our morning's drive. Here a very cordial and simple greeting 
awaited us, and we passed the day most agreeably. 
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How pleasantly things look about a farm-house ! There is 
always much that is interesting and respectable connected with 
every better labor, every useful or harmless occupation of man. 
We esteem some trades for their usefulness, we admire others for 
